He said the lake bordered Westerbrooke and the nearby town of Haven. The restaurant was in a beautiful little building, and I could tell it was a historical landmark. The owners greeted Kerian as if they'd known him for years, and we were led straight to a little table outside, overlooking the pristine water. White lights hung all around us, giving our dinner an ethereal feeling. We finished our meal and enjoyed the house wine, which Kerian told me had been aged for fifteen years. He told me the name, but I'd already had two glasses of the sweet liquid and my mind felt a little fuzzy."It's a beautiful night."His words were spoken as if he were reminiscing about some long-ago memory. He stared out at the lake as his fingers ran along the bottom of his wine glass in a lover's caress. I took a sip of my wine and stared at the lake."Yes, it really is. Do you know the owners of this restaurant?"He nodded. “My father knew them quite well, and when he passed away, I became good friends with them.""Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your father.”
